[stylist] fantasy prompt
Donna Hill
penatwork at epix.net
Sun Apr 21 19:41:08 UTC 2013
Eve,
Thanks for sharing a bit of what you've been going through. It really says
something about your character that you have set your mind to learning the
things you missed. I think you've already made up a lot of ground.
I'm sorry to hear that your Braille training had to end. I wouldn't give up
on Braille though; I taught myself, and even though that isn't what I would
recommend, it is still better than not learning it. Braille is so useful.
Even if you end up being too slow at it to enjoy reading a whole book, there
is value in getting a Braille copy of a book you are already familiar with
and studying bits of it here and there to get an idea of how that author
handled sentence structure and punctuation. You can also do that sort of
thing by reading Bookshare books and using the navigation options to read by
sentence, word or character. It's not as much of an integrated experience,
IMO, but the information is there and acccessible.
I know that the Hadley School has free courses in Braille, if you don't want
to do it on your own.
I'm still thinking of Raven, by the way. It is a powerful and beautiful
piece.
Donna
-----Original Message-----
From: stylist [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of Eve Sanchez
Sent: Thursday, April 18, 2013 9:35 PM
To: Writer's Division Mailing List
Subject: Re: [stylist] fantasy prompt
Shaun, Thank you, I am glad you enjoyed. Donna, ;) What I never learned
was how to write. I never took any writing or poetry classes. I was a visual
artist (mostly painting and charcoal) and then finally got my degree in
social work. I have always written, but never learned how to do things
correctly; like punctuation and all the 'how to's'. I also never learned
about poetry; reading or writing, so I have a lot of catching up to do now.
Actually, if it wasn't for this computer, I would be totally illiterate now.
I don't know Braille very well either. I started learning it and loved it,
but due to conditions I had no control over, my education stopped. I love
learning how to write poetry and such and love that you guys share your
knowledge. Thank you all. Blessed Be. Eve
On Thu, Apr 18, 2013 at 11:54 AM, Donna Hill <penatwork at epix.net> wrote:
> Hi Eve,
> Block quote and block quote end are digital-age ways of signifying a
> quotation, especially a longer one. I don't think I would have needed
> it here, but it's habit. You'll see it online; I don't think it's
> considered proper for academic papers.
>
> What is it you never learned? I must have missed something, but I
> think you came to the list while I was away, so I missed your
introduction. I never
> used a computer till 2005 but I had a literal and figurative "crash
> course" during the first couple of years. I taught myself Braille
> after college; I never got good at it, but it was a life-saver for the
> 20 years I lived alone before getting married and is still
> indispensable today, despite my carpal tunnel syndrome.
> Blessings,
> Donna
>
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: stylist [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of Eve
> Sanchez
> Sent: Wednesday, April 17, 2013 7:13 PM
> To: Writer's Division Mailing List
> Subject: Re: [stylist] fantasy prompt
>
> Hmmm. Well, first off; Thank you for reading this piece. I am going to
> have to reread it more carefully to see why I did that and I truly
> appreciate your comments. Uh, what does 'block quote' mean? Remember,
> I never learned any of this stuff. ;) Eve
>
> On Wed, Apr 17, 2013 at 10:29 AM, Donna Hill <penatwork at epix.net> wrote:
>
> > Eve,
> > This is almost poetic in the way you use and repeat certain lines
> > and concepts. I like it, though I do have one problem in the
> > following paragraph Block quote Only she knew of all her adventures
> > and only she knew of what was to come.
> > She remembered, while looking upon the lunar reflection upon the
> > moving waters.
> > Block quote end
> >
> > It's the use of the word "upon" twice. I can't quite put a handle on
> > why it bothers me when you do the same thing with "only" and that
> > doesn't. I think part of it is that this sentence sounds
> > incomplete, almost gramatically wrong, and perhaps the second "upon"
adds to that.
> > Perhaps, it's that I generally think of the verb "to remember" as
> > more suited to having an object, so I'm waiting for what exactly she
> > remembered instead of hearing it as more like "reflected."
> > Donna
> >
> > -----Original Message-----
> > From: stylist [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of Eve
> > Sanchez
> > Sent: Monday, April 15, 2013 11:46 PM
> > To: Writer's Division Mailing List
> > Subject: [stylist] fantasy prompt
> >
> > Alright, I'll bite. This is my cup after all. By the way, funny
> > thing; my
> > 3 year old grand daughter stole mbag tonight and was swinging it
> > around
> the
> > house. Who needs expensive toys? Seriously, I am working on a series
of
> > stories centered around the Fae thaine mythologies and legends from
> > around the world. For those that do not know, the Fae are better
> > known as the Faeries, the beings of another realm. Well, here is one
> > of my pieces and I will warn for those faint of heart, is
> > descriptions of her body. I do not find it sexual, but I have been
> > told bers that it is. So in other words; you might not want to read
> > it if you are worrieut the human anatomy. I was not going to share
> > any of th, but since Bridget brought it up...
> >
> > Raven
> >
> > Her breasts, as perfect as two peas with tiny
> > nipples pointing the way, sat above a slender waist that smoothly
> > blended into narrow hips of youthfulness, though she was immortal.
> > Her derriere though, was as prominent as her breasts, causing
> > balance and harmony in
> her form.
> > Her skin was a black blue like the panting tongue of a dog from the
> > orient, yet it shone more than beautiful on her. There was nothing
> > coarse about her.
> > Even if one was to stroke her nether hair they would proclaim it as
> > soft and silky as the above ebony tresses and as glossy black as the
> > feathered wings folded across her back.
> >
> > She sat perched on the tiniest of branches of a
> > great Northern spruce, looking out upon the tides visible in the
> > glow of the moon.
> > She sat with one muscular leg folded under her and the other raised
> > so that she may rest her hand upon her knee. She watched as the
> > water swelled, crested, and rolled in as far as it dared to go,
> > wetting sand and stone alike. She watched as the water then receded
> > leaving a trail of bubbles, as trapped air from beneath the dampened
> > sand was released. She watched this knowing it was only possible
> > because of her thievery. She looked up at the stars and moon and
> > smiled, her black eyes
> twinkling in their glow.
> >
> > This was the tween time, the time between night and
> > day. It was the time between dark and light. It was her time. Those
> > who remembered her, remembered her as the wise trickster bird. This
> > was fine with her though she was more than bird. She did her
> > greatest work in the form of a human boy child, but she was more than a
human.
> > She was Fae, and this was her time. These were her people, her clan,
> > and
> this was her Mother Earth.
> > She was Raven.
> >
> > All around the world, she was known by many names.
> > She was a trickster, a thief, a messenger, and deity, both Goddess
> > and God. She was Raven. She thought of the many stories told about
> > her as she traveled through the ages visiting and touching the
> > children of Mother Earth throughout its Northern regions, as she
> > preferred, for she only did as she wished and went where she
> > desired. Only she knew of all her adventures and only she knew of
> > what was to come. She remembered, while looking upon the lunar
> > reflection upon the moving waters.
> >
> > Long ago, it is told, she posed as the grandchild of
> > the Creator. He who held the moon and stars, the sun and daylight
> > all in baskets woven with intricate designs, had refused to let them
> > loose. He had protected them from all and kept them safely hidden
> > from molestation, but she knew that in her chosen form she would
prevail.
> > Not even the Great Creator could deny his dearest grandson. And so,
> > after much trickery, it was done. They had been loosed for all the
> > world.
> >
> > The fishermen of the night knew no tides, yet they
> > caught their salmon. The hunters of the night knew no moonlight, yet
> > they killed their stag. The women of the night knew no sunshine, yet
> > they raised strong children. They knew no other way and yet were
> > happy and content. Raven, always greedy as we know, was not content.
> > She planned and prevailed. She filled the sky with light and gifted
> > the Earth
> with warmth from the sun.
> > Should a thief feel remorse? Raven felt none.
> >
> > Though The People did not normally sanctify thievery
> > or deception, they honored Raven and do so still to this day. How
> > could there be anger towards someone giving such gifts? The People
> > looked to the moon and told of time's passage. They learned to read
> > the stories written within the stars. They appreciated the comfort
> > and life provided by the sun and lived fully in daylight. The People
> > did not
> persecute Raven for her crimes.
> > No, they honored the wise bird and remember her gifts to this day.
> >
> > She stood, with the wane light of the tween time
> > silhouetting her diminutive form and looked to the moon and stars.
> > She felt no remorse. As her world was between spiritual and
> > physical, this was her time. As she was busiest between the old
> > night and the day she gifted, this was her time. As she thought of
> > the creatures that stirred in this tween time, neither dark nor
> > light, she knew they were hers and that she loved them. This was her
> > time and she was content with it as much as greedy Raven could ever be
content with anything.
> >
> > With her memories of the past and ideas of what was
> > to come, she spread her wings and leapt from the bough, falling into
> > the still air, until the wind caught her up and held her suspended
> > before she took flight.
> > Turning in an arc, she circled a totem with her likeness, the
> > likeness of the trickster bird. She is remembered still. She flew
> > counter to the rotation of Mother Earth so as to stay ahead of the
> > day. She flew to stay within the tween time. This was her time,
> > between what was past and that to come, and she had no remorse for her
crimes.
> >
> >
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